How I wished

ByMoyo Okediji

Here I was, instructing my students at the University of Texas, Austin, on the principles of Ifa computational coding. How I wished I also enjoyed the opportunity to teach young people in universities in Africa this same skill. But I have no such opportunity. And it’s not for a lack of trying, even offering my services for free.

But I’ve completed a manuscript on the principles of Ifa coding. The manuscript is with a publisher. Perhaps when the book is out, the young people will have access to it, and see for themselves what their ancestors achieved hundreds of years ago.

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THE ROCKET

ByMoyo Okediji

I met a young woman living in Nigeria online more than ten years ago.

We became friends and exchanged lots of chats.

She had just graduated with a degree in engineering.

She couldn’t get a job.

I watched her struggle for many years.

A really gorgeous woman transformed into a shell of herself.

Her mother fell ill.

She began to live with her married sister.

She fell ill.

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ENGLISHMAN IN BENIN CITY, 1981 (Part Sixteen)

ByMoyo Okediji

“Hold it, hold it,” Obaseki said, “here come your people.” He gestured with his nose in the direction of a couple of flickering lights in the dense darkness.

“What is going on there,” I asked?

“That’s Joshua’s spot,” Obaseki said. “He just arrived. And he has company. Most probably Gina.”

I was drunk, anyway, so I asked for one more bottle of beer.

“We are out of ready-made snails,” our attendant explained. “We can make some for you by order. But I recommend you try our ram. There is no better ram in the world than ours.”

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ENGLISHMAN IN BENIN CITY, 1981 (Part Twenty-Seven)

ByMoyo Okediji

ENGLISHMAN IN BENIN CITY, 1981 (Part Twenty-Seven)

“So whose panties are those?” Adolo asked, pointing at something.

She had just finished wiping down my feverish body. She sat on the chair. Felicia sat on the table and Steve stood, holding on to the open door of the wardrobe.

I didn’t know what Adolo was referring to.

“What panties?” I asked.

“These ones,” She said.

Steve looked in her direction, and answered, “Gina’s”

I was weary and in a dreamlike state. The fan whirling above was noisy, and as it blew the air on my wet body, I felt bone-rattling shivering spells.

I really wanted to cover my body with the blanket.

“She must have left them there when she was here,” Steve said.

“Gina?” Adolo asked. “Who is Gina?”

“Guess you may say Moyo’s new girl,” Steve said.

“Moyo? He has a new girlfriend?” Adolo asked.

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